Got Wind?

Got Wind?

I believe in the power of the wind. I believe in the anger of the wind changing its course in all directions. The first time I ever went sailing was when I truly noticed the wind. I had always thought that the wind was an annoying occurrence produced by mother nature, with the sole purpose of chilling my bones and skin. Now on windy days all I can think about is being on the water, feeling the sunshine hitting my skin, and riding the waves as my sailboat propels me forward.
Sailing is a powerful euphoria one can never leave as long as there is an infinite amount of water and wind. I become lost in the gusting wind, the brash waters, the boat crashing into the waves and the spray of water on my legs. The ripples in the water direct me and show me how to navigate my way through the water. When I listen to the wind and the water, they paint me a story, a language I have learned overtime.
As the race is about to begin I feel nervous but confident, as a rush of adrenaline runs through my entire body. My crew and I feel a change overcome us as we enter a world of wind and water, leaving everything behind to complete this one race. We adapt to the language of the water, the wind, and the boat, as it is the only way we will succeed. As I listen closely for the three minute whistle to blow in the distance, my crew and I mentally prepare for the race we are about to win. Thirty-seconds… twenty-seconds… ten-seconds… making our last tack as the wind blows violently, we let our sails out to slow down. Only centimeters away from the starting line, “pull the sails in,” I command my crew. Beginning with a brilliant start, as a rush of excitement overcomes us all. The wind is in our favor, giving us the force and power we need to dominate.
We begin our way beating, zig-zagging up to the windward mark. Feeling our way through the water, we sail as close to the wind as we can. The wind is now blowing stronger on the starboard side; we prepare to tack. We are first to round the mark, then boat 9, our worthy competitor. Side by side we sail together, wondering, questioning who will get this header, that extra push from the wind. We jibe smoothly around the second mark, as boat 9 is right behind us. Sailing downwind, my crew lets the sails all the way out, trying to catch as much wind as we possibly can. Intently watching the wind behind us, I look for the puff that will give us the advantage. I see it…. here it comes… we are in the puff, pushing, driving, and helping us to the finish. Looking over, I see boat 9 only inches behind us. The wind has been on our side this whole time. Its power, its dominance, and its authority have controlled our position in this race helping us to the finish.
I believe in the power of the wind. I believe in the freeing motion the it gives me, guiding me through the harsh waters and harsh moments in life. The wind keeps me going.

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